As his cock entered slowly into my hole I could feel myself filling up. I'm never going to be able to take it all I thought to myself as Mr Randles ed...ged more and more inside me. He leaned forward and kissed me roughly, his stubble grazing my face uncomfortably but in my mind sexily. We French kissed as the discomfort I'd felt at the width of my hole being expanded gave way to intense pleasure. "Fuck me please" I urged as he thrust into me filling and complying me in a way I'd never thought. The chicken noodle and mac and cheese I eat fine but then comes the apple-avocado-spinach jar. As you feed me the first spoonful I spit it out. “Lizzy, you eat all these things, though I know except only raw spinach, you have to eat this,” you tell me.I pout and you have to hold my nose for me to open my mouth for the next spoonful. You look sternly at me and ask if I want to have my first red palm added. I shake my head no and open my mouth and swallow all you place to my lips.As much as I. Short messages could be relayed at incomparable speed.Captain Jeremiah Anson studied the coastline through his brass telescope. He was standing on the deck of a gunboat that belonged to his little squadron of auxiliary vessels. Leaning against the mizzen mast, he was able to stand without the crutch. The elderly lieutenant in command was on deck too, giving a running commentary of the sights."That's Lannacombe Bay, sir. Small beach, but the smugglers don't like it none, sir. The militia. ‘Why apologize. You were defensive, not knowing if I were a lovely gentleman or a serial molester.’ Wearing a wee smile Freya said, ‘Y-you not, are you?’ ‘A gentleman, of course not. But neither do I harm women. My mission in life is to enhance them.’ That earned Harvey a curious look and against noise coming from the street Freya blurted, ‘God you are complex.’ Harvey grinned as if having received a compliment and they sat a little awkwardly and as if on cue their meals arrived to step up.